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Friend with Breasts & All the Rest

By: MasterBates13



A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better.
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather.

  - Placebo's "Pure Morning"

The song quote above spawned this ultimate stoner fantasy back in my college days. Some of you might question if such a topic belongs in the romance section but I didn't think it fit anywhere else. If the girl in the story seems just a little too perfect it's because she became several make believe women I planned to write about rolled into one. The girl who likes to smoke weed also became the girl who likes sports, the friend's little sister/cousin, and the hot Irish redhead. You might as well dream big right? I'd like to apologize up front for any grammatical errors I missed in the story and again urge the readers to practice safe sex because my characters don't get STDs, but you might. One last note on the baseball scenes, some of them were based on real games others I created to fit the story so don't waste time wondering what game I'm talking about. Hope you all enjoy it. 

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As I drove towards my friend Martin's house, I wondered what kind of reception I'd receive. It was a Friday evening in late August of 2000, and I hadn't spoken to him since we had graduated together in the spring. We had both been software engineering majors and had taken the majority of our classes together since we met in sophomore year. He had an incredibly gifted mind and easily mastered what the rest of spent long hours trying to grasp. With his help I graduated near the top of our class and landed a well paying job straight out of college.

There hadn't been any sort of fall out between us, or anything like that. You see in addition to being a good friend, and an amazing tutor, Martin was a drug dealer. Well, let me rephrase that, he sold a little marijuana on the side to his friends so he wasn't a real drug dealer. It started really simple. After my roommate flunked out halfway through sophomore year Martin ended up moving in with me. I knew him from some of my classes and he'd mentioned one day he was looking for a new place to stay. Like most college kids we liked to party more than we studied, in his case he didn't need to study anyway, and we were both certified potheads. He knew the guy who knew the guy and eventually was buying in bulk straight from the source, keeping us well stocked with cheap magnificent weed.

Forced to move out of our low rent campus apartment after graduation we didn't get a place together as we'd planned originally. I told him I was planning to quit smoking it cold turkey and wouldn't be around for a while. We were in the real world now and it was time to grow up I explained, besides I needed to cut down on the partying big time and focus on my work. He wouldn't be there to bail my ass out for the rest of my life and I needed to fend for myself. So we'd gone our separate ways, him to live with his girlfriend Sara and me to live in a bachelor pad near work. We promised to keep in touch but I was upfront in telling him I'd be scarce for a while to avoid the sweet temptation of the chronic.

What a fucking fool I'd been. All summer I'd been craving a nice joint and depriving myself of a simple pleasure. I didn't need it but why should I keep myself away from something I enjoyed and helped me relax? I noticed I'd get irritated more easily and some nights something would trigger a memory of a night we'd spent wasted and I'd think about it for hours. I was having trouble sleeping and though I went out drinking now and then, it just wasn't the same. I know what some of you might be thinking. I wasn't addicted to it any more than you're addicted to your favorite food. I just liked the shit ok?

I pulled into his driveway and was happy to see his car was there. His girl Sara was a real sweetheart and liked to smoke up almost as much as we did. I was hoping they'd be happy to see me again but didn't know what to expect having dropped out of their lives completely for nearly four months. I rang the doorbell my stomach in knots and waited nervously as footsteps approached.

"MIKE! Holy shit come on in man," said Martin with a huge grin. "Finally got out of the office long enough to come see your old friends huh?"

"Look, Martin I... I don't know what to say man. I know its been months but..." I 'd planned a big speech on the way over, but it had all vanished from my mind when he opened the door and now I didn't know what I was trying to say.

"Relax man I know what you were trying to do. Finally realized you needed your old friend Martin and his mystical green plant again didn't you?" I nodded as he continued, "Well then come on in like I said. I'll run up and get you something to smoke. Have a seat in the living room and say hello to my cousin Terry, I'll be back down in a minute. I'll never forget what you did for me, and neither will Sara. She'd skin me alive if I didn't welcome you with open arms. You just missed her, but she should be back in a few hours if you want to hang out for a while."

I kicked off my shoes and headed to the living room feeling much better already. He was referring to a night that took place halfway through senior year. To make a long story short, we had been reported for selling drugs from our room. I managed to get a pound of weed out of our apartment and safely hidden shortly before our place was raided by the police. We managed to avoid expulsion and worse by a manner of minutes and they'd been grateful ever since even though I'd been saving my own ass just as much as his. After that we never kept more than a very small amount around and told anyone who came knocking on our door that we didn't sell any fucking drugs here.

Stepping into the living room I saw a guy in a hooded sweatshirt smoking a joint and watching TV from an easy chair. The hood was pulled up and I could just see a stray strand of long curly red hair sticking out. "Hey man nice to meet you," I said extending my hand as I sat down on the end of the couch nearest his chair.

SHE looked up and pushing back her hood said in a high voice she tried to make a gruff sounding, "Nice to meet you too man," before laughing uncontrollably at my obvious discomfort and reddening face.

"I... uh... I guess it's Terri with an i then? Look I'm so sorry I couldn't see your face and I just assumed you were a guy. Not that you look like a guy now but you did from over there when that's what I was expecting when I walked in so..." thankfully she cut off my rambling before I could make things any worse.

"Relax here smoke this," she said offering me the joint in a pale, slender freckled hand. I stared at her beautiful face absolutely dumbfounded. I always got nervous around attractive women and I'd started stared off horribly with this one. I'd always heard women like their men talk, dark, and handsome. Standing at just over six feet, with short dark brown hair I figured I had at least two out of three covered, but the last was up for debate. I considered myself an average looking guy who'd never stand a chance with a girl that looked like this. I guessed her height and around five seven or five eight but it was difficult to judge her shape in her bulky sweater and loose fitting jeans. Her face was the picture of pure beauty with finely arched eyebrows above green eyes that sparkled like rare treasures and lashes that looked long enough to braid. High, delicate cheekbones gave a remarkable sharpness to her features, as did her dainty nose that rested above the soft pink lips of her narrow mouth. Tiny orange freckles dotted her smooth face as if placed there by the skillful dance of a master's paintbrush on a fresh white canvass. Surrounding it all was a thick mane of lustrous red curls that were pulled back in a tight ponytail, with one unruly strand defying restraint to hang down the left side of her face. Even her voice was beautiful I realized in awe.

"Thank you," I said accepting the joint and inhaling deeply when I finally snapped out of my trance. "Again I'm so sorry," I apologized, handing it back.

"Don't worry about it," she said taking it with a warm smile.

"So what are you watching?" I asked trying to change the subject and distance myself from my blunder.

"It's a Scooby Doo marathon!" she said in the excited tone only a stoned person or child could get over such a thing. "And it's not the new ones or the crappy ones with all the extra characters like Scooby Dumb. These are the really old ones where they have all the guest stars like Don Knotts and Phyllis Diller. The next one is the one with Batman and Robin in it."

"Sweet," was all I could say. I knew exactly what she was talking about and could have cried with joy. I wondered where this exquisite creature had been all my life, but quickly decided that didn't matter as long as I was willing to dedicate myself to making her mine.

"So I see you two have met," said Martin from retuning from upstairs with a little baggie for me. "On the house," he said waving away the money I tried to pass him.

"Your friend thinks I look like a man Marty," said Terri in a teasing voice.

"I didn't know, I thought she was a guy from across the room. I couldn't tell with her hood pulled up. You could have told me she was a she," I said when he have me a puzzled looked.

"Well you might have known that if you been here anytime in the last four months," he said, continuing to keep the playful heat on me. "She just transferred to our old college for her senior year. Her parents sent her to live with us so we can keep an eye on her. She's been here for a few weeks now and so far I've been doing a pretty good job. You're the first guy I've let get close enough to touch her and I thought I could trust you to be a prefect gentleman, guess I was wrong."

"Very funny," she said. "More like I was sent here to look after you. Your mom keeps asking when you're going to look for a real job and make an honest woman out of Sara. And your friend is far from a gentleman. First he calls me a man and he didn't even introduce himself yet."

"Mike. My name is Mike," I said quickly. These two were having far too much fun at my expense, though at least they were including each other in their ribbings.

"Mike? The same Mike that Sara keeps talking about?" she asked looking over to Martin.

"The one and only," he said.

"She didn't mention he was so cute," she said giggling as I blushed again and made a mental note to find out just how much Sara had told her about me.

"Well he wasn't much to look at back in college, but I guess he cleans up real nice," said Martin trying to rub my clean-shaven chin as I slapped his hand away. "Lighten up Mike you know what Sara and I can be like, and now it's twice a bad with my shit disturber of a little cousin around. Besides look at the way she dresses all the time, like a skateboarder or something. If uncle Russ was here he'd probably laugh and shake your hand, that's if aunt Melinda wasn't already crying and blubbering about the grandchildren she'll never have."

Now it was my turn to laugh as her face turned a bright pink shade. "I hate you Marty," she said crossing her arms across her chest and looking away from us with a pretty little furrow in her brow.

"Ok, ok, ok," he said laughing. "Let's all make up over a nice smoke filled bong," he said fishing it out of a cabinet and starting to stuff the bowl.

We got really high and watched three whole episodes of Scooby and the gang. We'd anticipate the patented chase scenes and then laugh uncontrollably as the weed took full effect. I was falling for Terri big time, but I couldn't shake what Martin has said about trusting me around his cousin and knew I'd end up using that as an excuse to treat her like she was off limits. Sometimes life just isn't fair I bemoaned my luck as she passed me the bong with a smile. I'm sure I'll somehow learn she's a great cook, thinks computer geeks are hot, and is boarder line addicted to sex.

Sara ended up returning from just before we were going to order a pizza. We heard her come in and shout from the hallway asking who's car was in the driveway. Neither of them had seen the new car I bought since graduating so she had no idea I was there. Martin motioned for me to hide in the corner as she came towards the living room. I ducked back in the corner but with Terri starring at me with a big smile and barely restrained laughter, I didn't have much faith in our little ruse succeeding.

"Who's car is that?" she asked as walked in, but as I suspected she followed Terri's gaze straight to me. "Mike!" she squealed before throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "When did you stop being too good to hang around with us?"

"Just today I guess," I said. Sara had long blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail today, and was quite the beauty in her own right. If Martin had been like a brother to me in college, then she was like the sister I'd never had. They were perfect for each other and I'd known long ago they'd be together forever, even if Martin still hadn't admitted it to himself yet.

"Well we should celebrate," she said then noticing the bong realized we had started without her.

"I'll pack you your own personal bowl honey," offered Martin. "And Terri can order us some pizza, my treat."

"Now see that's love, weed and pizza for your special girl. What more could she ask for?" I joked getting back into the swing of the good-natured teasing and earning a chorus of musical laughter from Terri.

"So what do you think of her?" whispered Sara leaning close as Terri went to the kitchen to use the phone and Martin ran upstairs for more weed.

"Are you kidding me?" I said shaking my head.

"You always had a thing for the redheads didn't you? I've been singing your praises so I hope you made a nice first impression on her. Martin's really protective of her though, but I'll be able convince him you're the perfect guy for her, you just need to convince her of the same. I think you two would make a cute couple," she said as if she considered the matter settled.

"Look I made a mess of it from the start. I walked in and thought she was a guy. What? She had her hood pulled up. It's not funny," I protested as we both started to laugh. "Besides I couldn't see myself with his cousin."

"I told you to leave Marty to me," she said poking me in the chest with her finger. "Trust me I can get my way with him whenever I want," she said with a wicked grin. I almost felt sorry for what she might put him through if he decided he was against us dating. I was getting well ahead of myself of course. His approval didn't matter at all if Terri decided she wasn't interested in me.

By the time the pizza arrived we were all completely wasted. The girls kept talking about how hungry they were while we waited. Then, when it finally arrived, they ate two smallish slices each with delicate little bites as Martin and I wolfed down the rest between us. I found my eyes drawn to Terri time and time again quickly looking away whenever she noticed me watching her. I was doing my best to impress her, telling all the best stories from our years at school with the help of Martin and Sara. We had her laughing so hard she was holding her stomach and practically crying as she begged us to stop. Weed, how couldn't it be good for you?

Before we knew it, it was two in the morning and we were all feeling drowsy from the amount of marijuana we'd smoked. Everyone had been stifling yawns for the past two or three hours so I finally said I was going to call a cab before I wore out my welcome. The weed had pretty much worn off, but I was far too tired to chance the drive across town. Martin and Sara wouldn't hear of it. Terri was staying in their only spare bedroom but the sofa folded out and there was an extra mattress to throw over top that made it more than comfortable.

"Weeee a sleep over, it'll be soooo much fun," laughed Terri obviously still feeling the effects of our little green friend.

Martin and I managed to get the fold out bed set up in no time and Sara made it up with fresh blankets for me. It was pretty warm that night so I told her a sheet would be fine, but she insisted on leaving a comforter with me just in case. When I told her she'd make a great mother some day, she thanked me saying it was such a sweet thing to say, completely missing the point or choosing to ignore it. We all said our good nights and I was left to ponder my day alone.

My mind was racing with thoughts of Terri. I still had no idea what her body looked like beneath the baggy clothing she'd been wearing, but with her beautiful face burned into my mind and my vivid imagination I was able to fill in the blanks nicely. I fantasized about doing just about any lewd act you could imagine with her, my mind twisting her conjured body into an endless array of positions as the remnants of the drugs fueled my thoughts. Soon I was facing an awkward dilemma. I couldn't get her out of my mind and was left with a raging erection that throbbed painfully. If I didn't do something about it, I knew I'd be up all night.

After waiting what I thought was long enough for everyone to fall asleep, I crept upstairs to the only bathroom in the house. I felt like I was on a vital top-secret mission where stealth was of the utmost importance. Quietly closing the door behind me, I quickly unfastened my pants and pulled out my rock hard cock. Rubbing the precum in, I started stroking it with the practiced ease of a man who'd been single for far too long. My original plan has been to get in and out as fast as possible, but with my eyes closed and visions of my auburn haired goddess dancing before me I decided to make it last. My balls were tingling, signally my approaching climax when I hear a soft tap, tap, tap on the door behind me.

"Are you almost finished in there Mike? I really need to pee," whispered Terri from the other side of the door.

"Just a second," I said in a voice that was far too loud and panicked. Jamming my cock back in my pants I quick zipped up and washed my hands, splashing some water on my face in the process. Begging my erection to fade, I slowly slid the door open using it to hide my hard cock from view.

"Thank god I was ready to go pee in the backyard," she said squeezing past me in a loose pair of light pink pajamas covered with white kittens, her hair tied back from her face. She simultaneously managed to clear the way for my escape and give me a whole new set of images to torment myself with. I finally managed to fall asleep more than an hour later, but my dreams were plagued (or should I say blessed?) with dreams of a red haired angel dressed in pink, kitten covered outfits.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. I got up and relived myself, then stumbled down to the kitchen where Terri had just started cooking breakfast for two. She wore a pair of sweat pants that looked about three sizes too big for her, a loose t-shirt, and an old faded ball cap. 'Would it kill this girl to wear the occasional spandex body suit?' I thought in my grumpy morning mind. When she turned around the shirt at least gave a hint of the nicely sized breasts that lay hidden beneath. Then I noticed the Red Sox hat on her head, it was like the cherry on top of the perfect sundae.

"Morning sleepy head," she smiled. "I was going to wake you up, but a working man deserves to sleep late on the weekend if he wants. Martin and Sara went shopping hours ago so I'm cooking for just the two of us. Sit down I'll bring you some coffee... milk and sugar?" she asked as I nodded while sinking into a chair at the table.

"Thank you," I said as I eagerly accepted a cup of morning happiness and sipped on it.

We chatted as she cooked what smelled like an amazing breakfast. She was beautiful, even first thing in the morning, and her easygoing demeanor made for an irresistible combination. I learned she was here to finish a double major in English and history and had switched schools to be closer to home. She was set to graduate with honors in both and considering several offers for grad school scholarships. Changing schools this late in her program meant she'd be forced to take a few extra courses to finish up in a year but she shrugged it off like it didn't make a difference. Terri had finished high school two years early and started college at 16 and now she was heading into senior year at 19, another genius just like her cousin. She was a few years younger than I had thought and that, combined with her Irish Catholic upbringing, helped explain why Martin felt the need to be so protective over her. 


Friend with Breasts & All the Rest



When breakfast was ready she served it with a smile. We split the large omelet she had made filled with cheese and chopped, fresh vegetables and ate it along with link sausages and toasted homemade bread her mother had sent few days ago. I didn't think I could have been more smitten with her at this point. I complimented her cooking as we ate and drank in her beauty without fear of being caught as we sat facing each other from opposite sides of the table.

"Sit down I'll get those," I insisted when she started to clear the table. Running the water I started washing the dishes as we continued to talk, the conversation flowing naturally. When the dishes were just about done, Martin and Sara returned joining us in the kitchen.

"Look at that, we're gone for a few hours and she's got him up and cleaning dishes. I should get her to train you next," teased Sara, managing to make fun of both Martin and I at once.

"Ha, ha, ha," I groaned. "It was the least I could do to thank her for feeding me."

"Does he do windows too?" she asked Terri, ignoring me as they chuckled at my expense.

"So what's the plan for today?" chipped in Martin coming to our rescue.

"I'll probably head out," I said eyeing the clock. "Big game today. Last night I got so wasted I completely forgot they were playing and missed it." It was half true at least, I remembered the game at around 9, but didn't saying anything.

"You should stay and watch with us," said Terri. "With Pedro pitching Fenway will be rocking. I hope he plunks Jeter with the first pitch then strikes out the side!"

Flabbergasted. I was completely flabbergasted. We were in New England so sometimes it seemed like every third or fourth person you saw was wearing a Sox hat during the baseball season. But Terri sounded like she actually followed the team, and the part about Jeter getting beaned by Pedro? Well I'm sure there were thousands of successful marriages that had been built on less.

"What? He's not a Yankees fan is he?" she asked in an accusing voice as I starred at her speechless.

"No, no. Of course not, what a terrible thing to say," laughed Martin. "I think he's just shocked at what a tomboy you are."

"Well I was an only child," she said sheepishly. "Dad never misses a Red Sox game on TV so I became his little cheerleader. One of my earliest and saddest memories as a child was seeing him starting to cry when we blew it in '86. He still has an old tape of the last two games and at least once a year he watches it while getting drunk. I asked him one time why he kept watching it year after year and he told me it might be the closest he'll ever see the Sox come to winning. After that I started following the team as feverishly as he did and learned everything there is to know about the team. How couldn't I love something that meant so much to him?" I could see an unshed tear pooling in the corner of her eye.

"So you became the son he never had and aunt Melinda was thrilled with the development," snickered Martin as Sara gave him a dirty look.

"Sure I'll stay and watch the game with you," I said in a low voice truly touched by her story. As a kid I'd cried myself to sleep when we lost game seven that year, still reeling from the collapse in game six. Knowing she was watching the same game as a young girl and having her little heart broken too made me feel strangely close to this woman I still barely knew.

So we broke out the bong and watched the game together. Last night I'd thought watching Scooby Doo and smoking weed with a beautiful girl was something that couldn't be topped. Well watching the Red Sox battle the Yankees, when the girl wanted the good guys to win just as bad as I did was far better. It was amazing. She knew all the little nuances of the game. I mean Sara had become a Sox fan when she started dating Martin and she knew most of the players by now, but she was still slowly learning. Terri roared at the bad calls on balls and strikes when Martin and I did. She wondered why Trot Nixon wasn't in the starting lineup, worried that his back may have flared up on him again. She chastised the third base coach for getting a player thrown out at the plate by ten feet or more on a sharp single when there were no outs yet. She even knew who our best prospects were, asking what I thought of one of them when the announcers brought him up during the game.

We played a little game with the weed as we watched. Anytime the Sox did something good, we'd smoke a little more. A strikeout by Pedro was worth a small bong hit for whoever's turn it was, same with any regular base hit. A double meant the next two would take a hit, and a triple the next three. Needless to say we all got completely blitzed when the Sox took the lead late on a home run by Nomar, jumping out of our seats when his long fly cleared the fence. Terri was so excited she gave me a big hug as I tried to etch the smell of her hair and feel of her breasts pressed against me into my mind forever. When the dust settled, the Sox had managed to hang on for a one run win, the room was thick with smoke, and I was falling in love with Terri.

"I guess I found a new best friend," she said handing me a joint. Friend, she said friend I winced, feeling like a mobster who'd just been given the kiss of death.

"You bet," I said recovering from the crushing blow to take it from her.

Over the next couple of months I stopped by their place every chance I got. I was smoking up almost everyday again, but my real reason for being there was to be around Terri as much as possible. In all that time I never saw her in an outfit that wasn't loose fitting and boyish and she always wore her hair up, but any rare glimpse of her pale freckled skin was carefully cataloged and stored in my mind. Sadly we remained just friends, though my right arm was rounding into fantastic shape from jerking off to visions of her nightly so at least some good had come of it. When Thanksgiving arrived she was going away for the week to visit with family. Martin was skipping the big reunion this year to have dinner with Sara at her parent's house, but they would all be driving out together today. Sara was out getting a few last minute things before they left on the two-hour drive and I had stopped by to get enough weed to hold me over until they got back.

"Listen Mike," said Martin pulling me close and talking low. "If things go well this week with Sara's family I'm going to ask her to marry me when we get back. I was planning to ask while we were there at first, but I don't want them all making a big deal of it."

"About time isn't it?" I said smiling.

"Listen!" he said glancing upstairs where Terri was packing for the trip. "I was hoping you could take Terri out next Friday to give us a night alone. She doesn't know many people here yet and hangs out smoking dope all the time with us. I want to make this a special night for Sara. Just take her to a movie or something and bring her home late. I'll even pay for the movie and give you some free weed for your trouble," he offered when I didn't answer right away.

"That's not necessary," I answered. "I'm really happy for you man. If me taking her out will help then I'll do it. Your cousin's a sweetie anyway. I'll treat her to a night on the town and bring her back none the worse for wear."

"Thanks Mike I'll owe you one for this," he whispered gratefully. "I'll mention it to Terri when we get back, she won't mind if she knows what I'm planning." 

'But what if either of you knew my plans?' I thought guiltily.

Forget taking her to a movie. I spent the whole week they were away planning the perfect night for Terri and I. I made dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant she'd mentioned wanting to go to some time. Then I managed to get some great seats to a play I knew she'd love. It was the same one she was writing an honors dissertation on, but it was sold out by the time she'd heard it was playing and it was just a two-night showing in our city. After that maybe a trip to a quiet nightclub I liked to go to once in a while. If this night didn't move things along between us then I was ready to admit my chances were nonexistent.

"Hey," I said as she opened the door a week later. I couldn't believe how much I'd missed her.

"Come on in," she said leading me inside. "You just missed Marty, but I can share mine with you until they get back," she said pointing to her little stash. "Have a seat," she said with a look that said she had something important to say, "He's finally gonna ask Sara to marry him!" she gushed excitedly. "He told me just now just before they left. He's doing it this Friday. He said maybe you could take me to a movie to give them some time alone?" she added hopefully.

"Yeah he mentioned that to me before you guys left last week," I said. "I hope you weren't set on a movie because I planned a nice surprise for you."

"A surprise? What is it?" she asked with a cute little scrunch of her nose.

"You'll have to wait until Friday to find out," I teased her. "Just make sure to wear your Sunday best or they might not let us in," I warned, only half joking.

"Don't worry," she said, "I'll wear my best sweat suit. The one I usually save for weddings and funerals."

I stopped by everyday that week. She needled me constantly for clues about where we'd be going and what we'd be doing. I kept telling her she was too smart and would easily figure it all out if I gave her any hints. I could tell she was frustrated, but the excitement grew in her day by day. Sara was excited for us too. She was so happy that I was finally taking Terri out she didn't stop to think why Martin had set us up. The rest of us were nervous all week, but she was oblivious that the whole thing was for her benefit.

I pulled up Friday evening in a dark freshly pressed suit. I'd groomed myself meticulously wanting to look my best for our date. Martin and Sara had already left for their night of romance and I hoped things might run half as smoothly for Terri and I. I knocked on the door and heard her shout come in from upstairs.

"I'll be down in a minute," she called down.

I waited near the bottom of the stairs with a bouquet of fresh flowers for her, my stomach rolling nervously. She was probably just looking forward to a fun night out with a friend, while I hoping for so much more. 'What was I thinking with the flowers?' I thought when I heard her footsteps from above and knew it was too late to hide them. Turning to watch her descend the stairs I was breathless in anticipation

It was as if someone watching the story of my life had decided to watch one of the greatest highlights in slow motion. Her feet, with burgundy painted toenails, adorned in open toed black high heels with straps around her ankles danced gracefully into view. Followed by the willowy curves of her perfectly toned legs. Pale white, and more lightly freckled than her arms, I ran my eyes up her shins, to her knees and then to her thighs wondering if they might just go on forever. The hem of her black skirt came into view at mid thigh, just tight enough to show the shape of her legs beneath it. Around her waist she wore a simple leather belt, with an offset buckle that drew the eye. Above that she wore a dark green top, the perfect tribute to her proud Irish heritage. Made from a thin material it was just the right length, threatening to expose her beautiful skin with every turn of her body and showing off her full, ripe breasts. Sleeveless, and with narrow straps over her slight shoulders it displayed more of her incredible body than I'd ever seen before, and just a hint of pale cleavage above the embroidered neck line. Around her neck hung a simple gold chain to match her earrings. Her face was perfect as always. I'd never seen her wear make up before, and though she didn't have much on tonight it managed to accent and highlight the natural beauty that was already there. And then there was her hair. Her hair might have been the best part yet. Hanging down for once, it cascaded past her shoulders in a thick mass of curly, light auburn tresses. I could see that she had tied it back from her ears and face using a strand from either side that was clipped near the back. If I'd been struck blind in that moment, never to see again, I couldn't imagine a better last vision to cherish forever.

"Hi Mike," she said nervously.

"Wow," I said. "I mean wow. You should be on magazine covers looking like that." Thankfully she knew I meant fashion magazines as she did a little laughing twirl. My eyes traveled instantly to her wonderfully shaped ass and caught just a hint of color from a tattoo that scrolled across her lower back.

"That's so sweet," she said with genuine thanks. "My mother bought this for me when I was home last week, she'll be so happy when I tell her I wore it already. You look really nice tonight yourself. Are those for me?" she asked eyeing the flowers, "They're so pretty. Thank you," she said inhaling their fragrance and giving me a peck on the cheek as I passed them to her.

I caught the sweet scent of her perfume and inhaled it deeply wanting to remember its smell for a long, long time. I didn't know how often she wore it since I rarely got so close and the room was usually full of marijuana smoke. She ran to the kitchen to put them in a vase with fresh water and we were ready to go. I held her coat for her as she slipped it on and we were off on what I hoped would be a night to remember.

"So are you hungry?" I asked as I drove, with one eye on her and one on the road.

"Well It's not like I have the munchies or anything, but dinner sounds nice," she answered with an easy smile.

"Good I made us reservations. We should be just in time," I said driving on and revealing no more.

"Reservations? This doesn't sound like the kind of place where they put a plastic straw in your Coke," she said with a smirk. "Here?" she asked as I pulled into the lot. "You remembered me talking about this place?" she continued touching my hand.

"Well you do tend to talk a lot, but I seem to remember most of what you say," I teased undoing my seatbelt and getting out of the car.

I held the door for her as we stepped inside. An older man in a suit just inside greeted us asking our names as another offered to take Terri's coat for her. Soft music played in the background, filling the dinning area that lay beyond the man at the podium with his folder filled with reservations.

"Davidson," I said.

"Ah yes Mister Davidson, table for two at six thirty," he said locating us on his list. "Please follow Marie here," he said pointing to a pretty young waitress. Normally I'd have been eyeing her like a piece of meat, but with Terri at my side I barely noticed she was there. She led us to a table along the wall with the chairs side by side facing the center of the room where musicians played classical music. We ordered a bottle of wine and she left us to look over our menus.

"My gosh Mike, everything is so pricey," fretted Terri as she studied the menu. She'd heard it was supposed to be a really nice restaurant but had no idea how much it would be. "Maybe I'll just have the soup," she said, the tip finger running across her lips and setting my heart afire.

"Nonsense my dear," I said pretending to be a big shot, knowing that she'd realize it was a joke. "Order whatever you want. If you try to get just a soup or salad then I'm getting two of everything I order and making you eat one. Besides you're worth it don't you think?" I finished with a smile.

She was right the dinner was very expensive but I'd know what to expect when I made the reservation. Terri said she didn't want an appetizer so as promised I ordered two. Sitting next to each other I pushed the plate towards her urging her to try some, but had to spear a scallop with my fork and offer it to her before she would eat any. She was smiling at me as I resisted the urge to lick the fork after feeding her. After that she loosened up and stopped worrying about how much the meal was going cost. For entrees, I went with the salmon and she had the duck. The food was great, though at these prices it better be. When we were done I passed on dessert, but convinced Terri to order a slice of the cheesecake I'd noticed her practically drooling over as it was brought to the table next to ours. She sighed and rolled her eyes when she tasted it, then told me I had to try it. I tried to refuse, but she turned the tables on me and threatened to smear a forkful all over my face unless I opened up. I paid our bill and left a nice tip for our waitress, then whisked her off to the play.

"Here," she said offering me folded bills from her purse when we got back to the car. "It's not enough to cover it but I should be able to pay you the rest next week."

"Your money is no good here woman," I said jokingly, refusing to take it from her. "You're the poor student and I'm the one with the job," I said more seriously. "If you want you can treat me when you graduate and start working, but there's no way I'm taking your money tonight."

She tried to argue with me but I was firm in my stance. I finally ended up telling her that I had checked the restaurant out beforehand and knew what to expect. At first she sounded a little angry that I had taken her there when I knew how expensive it was going be, but then suddenly she thanked me with another kiss on the cheek and everything was ok again.

"Look, there's that play I was telling you guys about," she said as we drove past the theater. "I still can't believe how fast it sold out, hopefully that means they'll come back again in the spring."

"Why wait?" I said pulling into the lot.

"Mike," she said shaking her head and laughing. "This isn't like a ball game where you can buy tickets from a scalper outside twenty minutes before the first pitch."

"Yeah I know, but that's not a problem unless you think we should sell ours?" I said pulling two tickets from my suit pocket.

"Oh Mike you're too much, I don't deserve all this," she said in guilty sounding voice. "How did you get them?"

"I made a few phone calls and managed to track down a pair. I know we could have just gone to a movie or something, but I knew you'd be wishing you were here the whole time. I didn't think there was any way I could enjoy the night unless I took you where I knew you wanted to be," I said watching her look at me in wonder for once.

Terri grabbed me by the shirt collar and pulled me close. I didn't know what to expect but was willing to let her do whatever she wanted to me. Nibbling her bottom lip nervously, she leaned in, eyes shutting, and planted her warm soft lips on mine. I ran my hand up her back and held her close as we shared our first kiss, a long and simple one. I say simple because there was no tongue involved and my lips stayed frozen, afraid any movement might somehow ruin it, but it was incredible.

"We should probably go in before we miss the show," she said pulling back slightly, her face still close to mine.

"Ok," was all I could say as we got out and hurried on inside.

She checked her coat when we got inside, but found it cold once we got settled in our seats. Halfway through act one, I noticed her cross her arms across her chest practically shivering. I caught a glimpse of her hard nipples pressing against her shirt as I took my suit jacket off and offered it to her. She leaned forward to let me drape it over her shoulders then snuggled into me with her head on my shoulder, placing a kiss on my neck as I wrapped my arm around her. I asked her in a hushed voice what was happening with the story and she giggled softly at my confused expression. She whispered into my ear for the rest of the play, describing the convoluted plot I was having difficulty following in the old English dialogue the actors spoke. When the play ended we walked back to my car arm in arm.




Friend with Breasts & All the Rest



"You hated it didn't you?" she asked, slipping off her uncomfortable heels and tucking her feet under her as we got in.

"It was different," I said noncommittally. "I think I might have gotten more out of it if I already knew the story and could have followed along better."

"Well next time we go I'll explain the story first if you like," she offered.

"Next time?" I asked.

"Yes next time. I owe you a fancy dinner AND a play now," she said. "Don't you dare try to back out on me or pay again either. It'll be my treat soon as I'm done with school."

"If you insist," I said in a defeated tone.

"I do," she said claiming a coup-like victory. "Well it's not even ten, you can't take me home yet," she said changing the subject as we drove around town without a destination.

"I'm all out of surprises but there's a nice quite club I like, if you're interested," I suggested.

"I'd rather smoke, than drink," she smiled pulling a little baggie of weed from her purse and wiggling it around. "Besides I'm too young for a club anyway," she added, something I hadn't considered until now. "But where could we smoke it? I know," she said as if the idea had just come to her and hadn't been in her head all along, "You can show me your apartment and we can get high."

"I don't know if Martin would like that," I said knowing I'd like nothing more.

"Forget about Marty," she purred into my ear. "I'm a big girl who can take care of herself. I've done all sorts of things he wouldn't like, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him." Well that settled it, I sped the car up heading for my place hoping she planned to do all sorts of things with me.

"Welcome to the Davidson residence," I said ushering her inside. "Here let me hang your coat for you and I'll give you a quick tour."

I lived in a small one-bedroom apartment that was still sparsely furnished. In the living room I had a couch, two tables, and a chair, plus the biggest TV and best stereo system I could afford. I had a few framed pictures on the wall that I showed her. The black and white one of Bobby Orr flying through the air after scoring his famous Cup winning goal caught her eye as she nodded approvingly, saying 'Dad always says you just had to see him play to understand how good he was.' The kitchen was, well a kitchen, though the fridge was well stocked and I offered her a drink as we passed, getting a beer for each of us. Down the hall I gave her a quick look at my bedroom, which was a little cramped with a double bed, computer desk, and burrow.

"And the other door is the bathroom," I said pointing across the all. "Not much to look at I know, but it keeps the rain off."

"I like it. A nice big bed you have there for yourself," she said with a naughty grin.

"I guess that's the boy-scout in me. Always need to be prepared," I said turning back for the living room and leave her mull that over.

I sat on one corner of the sofa, setting my beer on the table and flicked on the stereo with my remote cycling through the CDs in the changer. She joined me after visiting the washroom and sat really close leaning into me, her legs crossed left over right and touching mine as I starred at the inviting crease her thighs created. Setting her purse down and sipping her beer, she took the baggie of weed out and sat back.

"Oh leave this one on," she said when she heard Radiohead kick in.

"I don't have a bong here, so we'll have to roll it," I said adjusting the stereo volume and pulling a pack of papers from my wallet.

"Want me to do it?" she asked already taking the papers from my hand. "You know we could have been smoking free from Marty's stash if you hadn't been so foolish to turn him down," she said, nonchalantly rolling a joint with one hand while holding her beer in the other.

"What are you talking about?" I said wondering how she knew and marveling at her rolling skills.

"You guys were trying to be quiet the day we left, but your voices carried right up the vent to my room," she said with an innocent shrug. "I heard every word. It was so sweet of you to turn down his offer, just remember next time it would be even sweeter if you took the free dope and shared it with me. Though I guess that's when I was certain you were looking for more than just a friend to smoke weed with," she finished, licking the glue strip on the paper seductively before placing the finished product in my mouth.

"I've been crazy about you since the day we met Terri," I said truthfully seeing no reason to hide my feelings for her any longer, as I leaned over to get the ashtray and placed it on my knee. She cuddled in close to me and smiled as I swung my arm around her. Flicking her lighter, she lit our joint lowering it to her own lips after I'd taken a nice long draw we swapped it back and forth again until it was gone.

Gazing down at her beautiful face, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her again so I did. Bending my neck, I lowered my mouth to cover hers and felt my heart melt. Her mouth opened beneath mine as her tongue came probing upwards searching for mine and found it easily. Over and over we broke our kiss off breathlessly, only to embrace once more with desperate urgency. I placed my hand on her knee as we made out and began running it up and down her leg, working my way higher oh so slowly until I felt my fingers brush the edge of her panties. She was falling back on the couch, pulling me with her as her legs parted beneath her skirt. I brushed my hand against the soft swell of her breast and continued to kiss her, intent on devouring her like a rare treat. As we struggled to maneuver on the narrow sofa I realized how silly this was when there was a nice big bed waiting for us in the other room.

"What's wrong?" she asked when I stopped suddenly and stood up. Sliding one arm under her back and the other under her legs, I hoisted her easily as she let out a surprised squeal and threw her arms around my neck kissing me again. Marching her to my bedroom I tossed her on the bed and looked down upon on my bouncing prize.

Before I could join her on the bed she shot to her knees kissing me once more while her fingers worked to loosen my tie. With my tie discarded, she began unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers, slowly revealing my broad hairy chest. I was worried she might prefer a clean-shaven body but she eyed me hungrily and ran her fingers through my chest hair as we continued to kiss each other passionately. She pulled me down on top of her as I struggled free of my buttoned shirtsleeves.

Kissing down her slender neck, I ran my tongue over the exposed skin of her upper chest. I kissed and licked her all over her neck and chest, openly groping the firm mounds of her breasts now as I felt her nipples stiffen. Terri stretched her arms above her head inviting me to remove her top, her skin developing a rosy, pink glow as her arousal heightened. Pulling her shirt up above her trim abdomen, the glittering ring that adorned her bellybutton caught my eye. Licking around it a few times, I captured it with my teeth and tugged on it playfully, taking great care not to hurt my beautiful partner. Releasing her body piercing, I lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her lacy black, strapless bra barely contained the orbs of her creamy white breasts. In my eagerness to behold them, I struggled fruitlessly with the rear clasp that held the bra to her securely.

"Here let me," she said touching my arm gently and smiling up at me.

She unfastened it with practiced ease, as I vowed to master the nuances of all her bras if given half a chance. The round globes balanced on her chest sank ever so slightly as she brought her hands to the front cupping them beneath the loose fabric that still lay across them. Crisscrossing her arms across her breasts she let the bra fall away while hiding the best part of them from me still. Squeezing her arms tight, the flesh of her breasts bulged out in all directions as she quickly turned over laughing at my disappointed sigh.

I loved the way her upper back was heavily freckled like her arms and how they slowly faded to a sparse sprinkling as I ran my hand down her spine. I took the opportunity to study the tattoo on her lower back that I'd first caught a glimpse of earlier tonight. In the center was a colorful butterfly and to either side twisted symmetrical vines covered with tiny flowers. I traced its outline with my finger noting how it added to her sensuous look. I was suddenly struck by how fortunate I was to be lying in bed half naked with this breathtaking woman. My hands slowed, and eventually stopped, as I found myself hoping and praying this night was just the first of many we'd share.

"Mike?" she said turning to her side with an arm draped across her breasts still. Our eyes met and I felt as though she could tell what I was thinking.

"You're so beautiful," I said as her eyes glistened moistly. "I can't believe you're here with me. Some other guy is supposed to get the perfect girl."

"There's no one I'd rather be with tonight, no one," she said softly. Turing to lie on her back again, she circled her arms around my neck revealing her wondrous breasts in all their glory and brought my lips to hers for a kiss. My hands found her firm, what I now know to be 34C, breasts as I flicked my thumbs across her nipples with light pressure. Sliding down a little I brought one and then the other to my mouth to suckle the pink nubs centered on her silver dollar sized areolas. I began lifting them and letting them bounce back into place while trying to corral the moving nipples in my mouth once more. I played with her tits until she was moaning and writhing on the bed. Coming up to kiss her again I pulled back slowly getting her lips to follow mine. Lifting one of her breasts to lick again, I held it near our lips kissing her then licking the nipple back and forth, over and over. Finally, I bent to take her other breast in my mouth and was thrilled to see her tongue dart out to lick the nipple of the first one.

By now my erection was aching, straining against my pants and trapped against her thigh. I sat back leaving her shaking from the stimulation of her breasts. She smiled up at me watching me unfasten my belt expectantly, while doing the same to her own. The belts now a thing of the past, I unzipped my pants as she reach behind to follow suit with her skirt. Standing a moment to remove my pants I watched her shimmy out of her skirt, a sight that couldn't possibly have been more cute and sexy. We were down to briefs and panties. I sported an obvious bulge in mine, while her black panties hid the wet spot I knew was there. Neither of us wanted to go first as we stared at each other.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first" she giggled.

"Paper, rock, scissors?" I smirked.

"No," she said shaking her head. "Well do it together on three."

"One," I said snapping the waistband of my underwear.

"Two," she said hooking her thumbs under hers.

"Three," we said together, completing our nakedness.

I watched her eyes for a moment to gauge her reaction before looking at hers. She looked pleased enough with what she saw if her devilish smile was any indication. I knew I wasn't small, but had seen enough porn to know I wasn't about to break any of the measuring devices either. Satisfied that she was happy with what she saw, I lowered my gaze to look between her legs. A tuft of light orange pubic hair concealed her lower lips, thought I did see parts of her crinkly pink outer labia here or there. I had to get a closer look I thought as I rejoined her on the bed. Settling in with my face near her crotch I kissed her softly on the tummy stroking my hand over the mound of hair between her legs. As I looked closely, it appeared as though she had never shaved down there. That's not to say she was really hairy, she was far from it, but there was no sign of any stubble and the hair was finer, almost feathery, on the edges. The curly hair was several shades lighter than the hair on her head and altogether it looked just as good as the rest of her.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," she said propping herself up on her elbows as I lost myself in studying her body again. "I knew I should have shaved it for you but didn't know if that might make me look too eager."

"Don't you dare," I said taking her hand and kissing it, the thought of her thinking she needed to change for me twisting like a knife in my chest. "It looks perfect to me, I just got caught up in admiring you again."

To prove my point I began kissing around her lower abdomen, hips, and thighs in ever tightening circles. When I kissed near the top of her pubic hair her legs slowly parted inviting me lower with each flick of my tongue against her skin. By the time I was ready to taste her lower lips for the first time, her legs were spread wide and I was gazing into paradise. A tiny drop of clear liquid glistened like morning dew on a rose and extending my tongue I gathered it in, savoring her flavor. Furrowing my tongue through the outer lips I felt her legs flexing around me and considered any sharp movement or sudden tightening a sign to continue where I was for a moment. Her lips became wetter by the second and her hooded clitoris began peeking out from its home. Whenever my tongue brushed against it a tiny gasp escaped her lips, until finally she began guiding my head with her hands not wanting to feel my touch anywhere else. I ate Terri's pussy for her until she'd had a couple of small orgasms, whimpering and biting her lip each time.

"I want you inside me Mike," she said breathlessly pushing my head away from her sweet lips.

I couldn't have been more eager to comply, though the prospect of climaxing quickly scared me more than a little. By now I'd become so excited I was worried I might cum the second my head touched her. Over the past few months I'd masturbated thinking about her constantly, amazed at how fast just the memory of her face could make me cum. My chances of lasting long with the real thing seemed grim. 'What would she think if I started spurting the moment I pushed inside her?' I wondered anxiously. The more I thought about it, the more my penis throbbed and so I figured I should get on with it unless I wanted to spurt before I was inside her.

Nestling the tip of my cock between her lips, I rubbed it around until the first inch or two was well lubed with her juices. Wiggling it side to side a little I pushed the head inside enjoying the nice snug fit. 'Thank God she isn't a virgin I thought,' as I pushed deeper, already feeling like I'd have enough to answer for when I brought her home. Her lips stretched tightly around my member as I slowly worked it inside, concerned over hurting her and trying to prolong my orgasm. When I'd finally pushed all the way inside I dipped my shoulders to kiss her as her hands ran up and down my back. Pumping my hips I made love to her for the first time as her pussy slow loosened around my shaft. I'd like to say I rocked her world and had her screaming my name before I finally came, but I'd be lying. Having lusted after her for months I was so excited that I climaxed far too quickly and instantly panicked that she'd never want to give me another chance.

"Damn it I'm so sorry... I just... damn it... Terri I'm so..." I didn't know what to say to her my face turning a bright red and my ears burning.

"Oh Michael stop worrying," she said calling me by my full name for the first time and squeezing me tight in her arms.

"I know you must be disappointed," I said rolling off her and running my fingers through my hair, my cheeks puffing as I exhaled.

"It's ok sweetie, I'm not going anywhere. We can do it again," she said kissing my chest as she rolled towards me. "And again, and again, and again, and again. We can do it until you're sick of it."

"That will never happen," I promised.

I held her close my anxiety subsiding as I stroked her body and she stroked mine. Curled up in my right arm she rubbed my leg with hers and traced her fingers up and down my torso. Ten or fifteen minutes of loving silence had passed when I felt my dick jerk, starting to stiffen thanks to senses that were full of her. She noticed the movement too and reached out to take hold of my penis bringing it back to life with a gentle touch. Giving me a look that said 'See I told you so,' she got to her knees and mounted my cock facing me. Sliding it inside slowly and carefully, she rode me with her hands planted on my stomach. Her eyes stared into mine with unbridled desire and for the first time I started to believe that she actually wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. Fondling her beautiful breasts as they danced about within easy reach, I trailed one hand down her body to caress the wet spot at the top of her vaginal lips. She soon came crashing down on top of me as the stimulation on her clit drove her over the edge quickly.

This time I was able to last a lot longer and after a brief rest for my lover with my hard cock still trapped in the warm folds of her pussy I was ready for more. She turned to the side falling off me and spread her legs wide inviting me to take her again. Wasting no time I brought my penis to her entrance and slipped inside pumping her a little harder than before. If our first coupling has been awkward and lacking, our second time was more than enough to make up for it. She was breathing hard beneath me and urging me on trading kisses with me every time my lips loomed close to hers. When I pulled all the way out and touched her lightly on the hip she read my thoughts and rolled over and got on all fours grinning back at me as I took her from behind. Holding her hips I penetrated her depths with long smooth strokes and ran my hands over her perfectly sculpted ass. Looking straight down I watched the wondrous sight of her lips clinging to my rod each time I pulled back for the next stoke.

Changing positions often, we fucked all over my bed leaving the sheets in a twisted mess. Pumping into her from behind I studied the contours of her back. Her slender body was just thin enough that I could see a hint of her ribs when her arms stretched out before her to slide her pussy back to meet my thrusts. I squeezed her ass, my hands running all over her trying to touch everywhere at once. When she pulled forward off my penis I thought she was looking for a break but she spun around quickly and pushed me back so I was sitting on my heels and mounted me face to face again kissing me deeply. Her hands wrapped around my neck and holding tight she humped against me, her groin slapping into mine over and over. Eventually she tumbled off me onto her back again, her hungry eyes glued to my wet cock. I stayed where I was for a moment to admire her luscious body once more. Bring her left foot up she clumsily rubbed the length of my penis until we both burst out laughing at the same time. 

Spreading her soft tender lips wide with both hands she gave me a sultry look that practically screamed fuck me. Lining my dick's head up with her vaginal opening I pushed deep once and pulled all the way out. I did this several times as she gave me a frustrated look that was so cute. Finally she encircled me with her legs as I entered her and I began pumping her hard and fast. I brought myself to the brink of cumming and then tore myself away from her wanting to last just a little longer. I rolled her over and fucked her doggy style until I finally came again pumping my seed into her womb. We sagged to the bed together spooning and basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"Mike?" she said finally, breaking the silence and turning to see if I was awake. "That was wonderful sweetie," she sighed rubbing her cheek against my chest.

"I still can't believe this is real," I said looking at her beautiful body that I knew I'd never tire of for as long as I lived. I was almost afraid of what might come out of my mouth next. I knew she was into me now but I might end up blurting out 'I love you' and scare her off. We ended up talking for well over an hour and though the weed and sex had left me very sleepy I was almost afraid to close my eyes and let this night end.




Friend with Breasts & All the Rest



"Remember the first night we met Mike?" she asked suddenly, looking over her shoulder and into my eyes. I nodded quickly, as if I'd ever forget the day she came into my life, and she continued, "What were you doing for so long in the bathroom? I didn't hear you peeing or anything but you took forever." The taunting smile she gave me told me she knew and had probably known all along.

"Relieving tension," I said hoping she would take that for an answer and not make me spell it out any more clearly.

"Well I'm sorry I interrupted you but I really had to pee," she said kissing my arm that was wrapped around her. "I had some tension to relieve that night too, but I had help from my little plastic friend when I got back to my room. The funny thing is I ended up naming him 'Mike' just like you."

"You're an unbelievable woman," I whispered into her ear my hand dropping to the trace the creases of the muscles in her bent leg. "I guess we have a few months of wasted time to make up for then." Closing my hand over hers I drew it back and began touching the freckles there one by one as I brushed my lips across her shoulder.

"I was so afraid you'd hate all these freckles," she said watching my fingers work across her hand. "When I was a kid I got teased about them all the time."

"I'll never hate anything about you Terri," I told her, my voice full of sincerity. "I'd like to kiss everyone of your pretty freckles. In fact I think I'll start now."

I started with her hand and worked up her arm to her face. Kissing and licking all over her body I covered every inch of her body with my mouth. She twisted and turned beneath me breathless with passion sometimes, giggling as I worked on a ticklish place at other times. When I had covered what I thought was her entire body, I finished up with a long sensuous kiss on her lips.

"How was that?" I asked, hoping she'd stop with the silly notion that I could fine a single flaw with her.

"Mmmm..." she sighed. "I think you missed one."

"Where?' I asked with a smile thinking she wanted some more attention in a special place.

"I don't know. I remember you missing one, but I forget where now. I guess you'll have to do them all again," she said giggling as I started my second round trip of her body. Years later this remains one of her favorite games to play in bed. She'll come up behind me when she's feeling horny and whisper, 'I got a new freckle today' into my ear before scurrying off to our bedroom. She conceded that I had finally gotten them all on the second try and we crawled under the covers falling asleep together with her in my arms.

The next morning I was awake first and woke her with my movements before I realized what I was doing. I would have loved to watch my red haired angel sleep, but figured I was bound to get another chance soon now. She blinked her eyes rapidly as they adjusted to the morning light filtering through my blinds. Smiling at me she looked beautiful and more importantly she looked happy.

"Morning beautiful," I said planting a kiss on her lips.

"Good morning to you too handsome," she said returning the kiss as I rolled her onto her back and put my morning woody to good use.

Afterwards we lay in bed our legs entwined enjoying the simple closeness and warmth of each other. Sadly, with nature calling, we were soon forced to abandon our comfortable nest. She seemed completely at ease with her nakedness in front of me now as she hopped up and raced me to the bathroom. When she returned to the bedroom it was my turn and though I was completely soft and shrunken down below I didn't care as I crawled out from beneath the covers. She took a good look at me as I headed to the bathroom lying on the bed her own lithe body on full display before getting under the warm covers again.

"Listen Terri I should probably get you home before Martin realizes you stayed out all night," I said returning to the bedroom. "Did you want to call over and let them know you'll be there soon?"

"We should get it over with I guess," she agreed. "Things and going to be a lot different between us whether Marty likes it or not. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can keep us apart," she said with a fierce determination in her voice I'd never heard before.

"Well I'm gonna take a shower first," I said. "Wash my back?" I asked as her eyes lit up eagerly.

Standing together beneath the warm spray we kissed with arms around each other. Her damp hair hung down to the middle of her back, clinging to her wet skin. For a long time I stood facing my irresistible lover, holding and caressing her wet body. Eventually she picked up my shampoo and took my hand turning it palm up squirt a large pool into it. She brought my hand to her beautiful hair and stepping out of the spray, rubbed it in circles lathering up. I caught on instantly and brought my second hand up to her head, gathering up all her long curls and massaging the suds in. Terri reached her hands up to my hair and with a much smaller amount of shampoo began washing my hair at the same time. She was done with mine quickly and leaning back into the water I rinsed clean, before bringing my hands back to her hair. Together we washed her hair as the suds slid down her body in clumps. Her eyes were closed to keep the soap out and I took advantage of the opportunity to tease her with fleeting kisses, then pulling back to leave her open mouthed and yearning.

When she told me she was ready to rinse I guided her back under the shower nozzle and stood behind her trying to help. It didn't take me long to realize I was more of a hindrance than help, so I busied myself with her breasts and we were both happier for it. By now my penis was rock hard and pointing straight up, pressed against her back. Terri started swaying her hips as she finished rinsing her own hair and reached around to squeeze my ass pulling me close. Her hands left my ass and slid in between us to stoke my cock softly as I began lathering her body with a bar of soap until she was coated with tiny bubbles. I scrubbed her all over as she kept a grip on my cock the whole time jerking it more vigorously whenever I cleaned a more sensitive area. When her body was squeaky clean and trembling with desire she turned to face me taking the soap and began returning the favor.

The feeling of her hands sliding over my body was exhilarating. She ran warm suds all over my body, slipping over my chest, stomach, and back. When she brought the bar down to rub against my cock building up the lather in my pubic hair I sighed in bliss. Stroking my soapy cock while fondling my balls, Terri looked up at me with a smile and licked her lips beckoning me to kiss her again. She still held my penis when I'd been rinsed and gave me one more kiss before sinking to her knees. Tongued extended she danced around the head of my member while stoking the shaft gently. When she took the head between her soft wet lips I shuddered with pleasure. Bobbing on the first few inches, my dream girl treated me to my first blowjob from her. I was hoping to show some staying power, having cum when we had sex earlier, but she had me on the brink of orgasm within a few short minutes.

"Terri," I said tapping her on the shoulder frantically. There was no way I wanted to cum in her mouth at this point and risk ruining what I hoped would turned into a long, happy relationship.

"Oh no sweetie did I hurt you?" she asked pulling back quickly and studying my penis for signs of trauma.

"No," I said fighting to keep my cum from blasting into her face as I pulled her to her feet.

"What is it then?" she asked.

"I was going to cum," I said.

"I thought that was the idea? Silly me I guess. I'm such a lucky girl to have an experienced stud like you to tutor me in the ways of love," she said with an impish smile.

"I didn't want to cum in your mouth," I said laughing at her playful teasing.

"You're always so sweet Mike," she said with an adoring smile. "But you shouldn't worry about me so much. I'll be your naughty girl for a long time if you lighten up and let me," she finished with a heated French kiss.

Pushing her to the corner of the shower stall I sank to the floor and attacked her pussy with my mouth. I lifted one of her legs and tossed it over my shoulder to get clear access to her tasty lips. Balancing herself on one leg, she pressed her back to the wall and braced her weight with her hands on my shoulders as she swayed back and forth. I'd only begun to learn what she how she liked it, but remembered enough to have her moaning and rocking against the shower wall. I stopped when she slipped and nearly fell, catching her in my arms as we both laughed. We stood together once more and I lifted her one leg again to open her pussy wide and pointed my penis towards its favorite home. Pumping into her furiously I came a short time later and we took one last rinse together before climbing out.

I wrapped her in a fresh towel and rubbed her body as goose bumps sprang out on her damp body. My apartment was getting a little cooler in the late fall and I guess I was used to it, but Terri found it chilly. I wrapped my own towel around my waist and picked her up, carrying her to my bed where she doubled over and gathered her wet hair in a towel before climbing under the warm covers. I quickly dried myself and hopped in to share my warmth with her shivering body. When Terri had warmed up we got out of bed to get dressed. I found myself mesmerized by the sight of her slipping on her panties and bra. She was still cold and the only clothes she had to wear were far from warm. I searched through my closet and managed to find an old sweatshirt from freshman year that had been washed and shrunk so many times I barely fit into it anymore. She was still practically swimming in it but it wasn't much bigger than the ones she normally wore. She accepted it with a kiss of thanks and still wears the old thing around the house today.

Now dressed, we shared the bathroom mirror as I watched Terri dry her long lustrous hair. She frowned at the tiny hair dryer I owned and I made a mental note to get a bigger one for next time she stayed over adding it to the list along with her favorite shampoo and soap with a woman's smell. When I realized I was already planning a next time I smiled watching her toss her hair into the flow of warm air ready to face down Martin if that's what it took to keep seeing her.

I treated her to quick breakfast of toasted cinnamon raisin bagels, fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee of course. We drank our coffee slowly, neither of us really looking forward to seeing what her cousin had to say. Eventually the coffee was gone and so were our excuses to stay any longer. I locked the door behind us before leading her to my car holding hands as we walked.

"Terri we don't need to tell him anything," I said finally, having watched her stare out her window trying to compose her thoughts for most of the ride. "We can tell him the play was over early and with nothing else to do we went to my place. I had a few beer and didn't want to drive so you crashed with me. I slept on the couch and you took the bed," I said concocting a cover story that was partially true. I was pretty sure he'd believe it but we'd have to hide any sort of relationship from him and it would be hard to get time alone with her. Plus, I didn't think lying to him was the best way to start making up for the broken trust he'd placed in me.

"We should just tell him want happened... I don't mean the details, but tell him we... well I guess we can tell him we are... or maybe could be a couple now. I don't know Mike, but I know I'm not afraid of him and you shouldn't be either," she stammered with tears starting to form in her eyes.

"I'm not afraid to tell him," I said my mind tingling with joy, did she just say couple? "I'm afraid of what I might say or do if he tries to stop us."

"What are you planning to fight him like some drunken fool at a bar?" she sobbed in a scared voice.

"No of course not," I sighed wracking my brain for a way to fix this mess. "Terri I don't know what to do but I promise everything will work out." She stopped crying and gave me a look that was full of confidence, if only I could convince myself so easily.

We pulled into the driveway and I gave Terri a reassuring smile as we got out. Martin's car was there but Sara must have gone out early. She took my hand in hers as we walked to the front door holding tight as I tried to pull it away. Opening the door with a key from her purse we walked in to face the music. I was relieved to find the house quiet, hopefully that mean Martin was still in bed. We walked into the living room and he looked up from the folded out couch full of anger.

"Where the fuck have you two been?" he spat, then noticing my hand in hers he roared, "What hell in going on here Mike?"

"Marty..." Terri tried to speak, but he stared her into silence.

"You ruined everything. When I asked Sara to marry me she said yes then as we lay in bed she said she had a secret to share. She told me all about you and your little crush on my cousin Mike. She thought I knew and that's why I had hooked you guys up. I told her I had no idea what she was talking about and we got into a huge fight. She said you two would make a cute couple and I told her it was a stupid idea. She threw the ring in my face and said get out so I slept down here last night, so much for our perfect night. I guess the wedding is off too because she got up early and left with a suitcase saying she was going to her parent's house. But hey as long and you had a good time taking advantage of my little cousin I mean that's the main thing right?" he finished with a disgusted, almost deranged expression on his face. He looked as if he wanted to cry, throw up, and kill someone all at once.

"Martin... I don't know what to say... I'm so sorry... I..." it was so much worse than what I had feared I didn't know what to do. I had been banking on his engagement to Sara leaving him in a good mood, but now I felt absolutely sick. Shit the ring was right there on the table!

"Sorry? SORRY! You mother fucking prick! What happened to showing her a night on the town and bringing her back safe? What happened to that you piece of shit? What about none the worse for wear Mike? At least tell me you brought her back a virgin," he was shouting and had stood up with clenched fists. Noticing my shocked expression he glanced at her reddening face, "You fucked her did you Mike? Well I hope it was worth it 'cause now I'm gonna fuck you up asshole."

"Stop it," Terri shrieked. "Mike wasn't the first but he was the best. I want to be with him and you can't stop me."

"Not the first was he? Well sounds like I've got quite the little slut for a cousin. We'll see if you still want to be with him went I'm done with him then. C'mon Mike," he said shoving me hard in the chest, "You going to stand up for this little slut or are you done with her already? Bitches like her are a dime a dozen so she probably isn't worth it but I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you anyway so say whatever you want to her."

I had promised Terri I'd handle things smoothly, but hearing him talk about her like that made something snap inside me. I lunged for him both hands wrapping around his neck and drove him back on the sofa. For all his tough guy talk I saw fear in his eyes as we fell to the couch. Terri screamed at me to stop from behind and suddenly she and Sara were pulling me off him. Martin was gasping for breath and rubbing his neck when Sara started laughing and the others soon joined in. It was then I knew I'd been had.

"Jesus Mike you should have seen your face," said Martin. "If there had been a knife on the table I would have gotten stabbed or worse. It was still worth it though," he said laughing and wrapping his arm around Sara, slipping her engagement ring back on her finger where it belonged as she kissed him. I was still in shock. They had gotten me so good I didn't know what had hit me. Terri slid into my arms and gave me a wonderful kiss then they all filled me in on what had happened.

On the drive back into town Martin has mentioned to Terri that I wanted to take her out that week. Sara knew we were both crazy about each other was so happy thinking I had finally approached Martin to tell him my plans blurted out way to much. Martin was shocked but not angry at all. He felt horrible that I'd been afraid to ask her out before then because of him. They planned how to set me up the rest of the way home. Terri promised to keep us away until late and Martin set up the couch while Sara parked her car around the block. Martin said it couldn't have worked out better. Sara had been so excited about our date and their big practical joke that she didn't suspect a thing until he got down on one knee and proposed.

"Sorry Mike but we couldn't resist," laughed Martin looking at the stunned look on my face. "You should have told me man. All that stuff about protecting her from guys... I meant the kind of assholes we went to school with who only wanted one thing from women not you. In fact, if her parents ask tell them I set you two up they'll love me for it. I couldn't think of a better man for her. I know you'll treat her right and I hope you guys are happy together."

Life with Terri has been like a whirlwind since that day. There's be a lot more sex, I mean a LOT more but I think I've shared too much of that with you already. Things have been as close to perfect as I could imagine. We've had our share of fights and arguments, but those are easy to forget. It's the good memories that will stay with me forever. 

Even though we had Martin's blessing now, it felt too weird to sleep with Terri at their place so she spent most of her nights for the rest of the school year at my apartment. I had a key cut for her a week later so she could come and go as she pleased. I let her take my car to school after dropping me off most mornings so she could get home easily after class and was always happy to see her when she picked me up after work. She still dressed like a boy most of the time, but I got to see what was underneath whenever I wanted.

With Christmas getting close I told Martin I wanted to get her something special. I had picked a few things like a Sox jersey and some girly outfits but really wanted to impress her. He mentioned a trunk of old books at his parent's house that had belonged to their grandfather. He had passed away seven years ago but used to read to them from the books in his Irish brogue and tell them stories of home with a tear in his eye when they were kids. I told him it sounded perfect and we took a drive out on a Sunday in early December. We rummaged through the old trunk until we found an old battered leather book in the bottom. It was a collection of Oscar Wilde poems and stories. As I cracked the cover thinking it was perfect already, I noticed it had a note inside from his parents written to their cherished son Patrick. They had given it to him as a gift on the day he left Ireland on a boat to come to America in 1949. I didn't think Martin's parents would dare to part with it, but since it was for Terri they insisted knowing that it was perfect for her and would be staying in the family. I found a place that could fix the cover and bind it again but made it clear that the dedication absolutely had to preserved. On Christmas morning she called me at my parents place crying hysterically. When she finally managed to calm down she told me how much she loved the book and how much she loved me.

That spring in 2001 I met her parents for the first time. They were in town for her college graduation and we we're getting together with them at Martin and Sara's place for a barbeque the day before her commencement. I was nervous as hell as I rang the bell with a bottle of wine held in my sweaty hands. The man who met me at the door was in his mid 40s with receding light reddish hair and a thick bushy mustache.




Friend with Breasts & All the Rest



"You must be Mike," he said extending his hand to shake mine in a firm grip.

"Nice to meet you Mr. O'Brien... and Mrs. O'Brien," I added nodding towards her mother who was stood behind him with the others.

"Call me Russ or Rusty if you want, and she's Mel," he said looking towards his wife and holding the door for me.

"It's so nice to finally meet you Mike," said her mom Melinda as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug. It was easy to see where Terri got her beauty. Her mother's hair was cut a lot shorter but otherwise it was the same curly red. Her face was freckled like her daughter's and showed a few fine lines around her eyes, but remained pretty nonetheless. If this was what Terri was going to look like 25 years and 30 pounds from now then I was even luckier than I thought. "I can't thank you enough for encouraging her to dress like a lady once in a while. I finally have my pretty little girl back. I thought Rusty has ruined her forever with all those ball caps and sports shirts. I kept telling him no boy is going to want a girl who dresses and acts like that."

"Well actually Mrs. O'Brien... uh I mean Mel..." I said when she have me a sharp look, "When I first saw Terri in her Sox cap I was thrilled."

"See! See Mel I told you didn't I? She just needed to find a man who knew his sports and could appreciate her for it," he smiled in triumph.

Her family welcomed me with open arms. I had always known her father would be the easy one to win over because he liked all the same sports teams as me. Terri had needed a birthday gift for him about a month back but couldn't think of anything. I'd suggested a picture of Bobby Orr like the one I had and she thought it was perfect. She didn't have the money to buy one so I told her to take mine and I'd replace it later, but she wouldn't agree unless she wrote that it was from both of us and she made me sign the card. She admitted to me later that she told him the whole story behind it, knowing that it would put me in his good graces. Her mother was so sweet to me and seemed genuinely happy for us, laughing at me as I put my arm around Terri and then jerked it back quickly when I saw her looking our way. From all the jokes Martin made I was half expecting her to ask about my sperm count. I told Terri so afterwards and she giggled telling me she lied to her mom, telling her I wore boxers all the time so she wouldn't fret. She was joking, I think.

We sat together the next day watching proudly as she accepted her diplomas and was recognized for making the dean's list. She also received a special award from the English department for her outstanding honors thesis. Her parents treated us to dinner, just her parents and I as Martin and Sara made excuses to skip it so the four of us would have some time alone. Her parents gave her a matching bracelet and necklace, plus a big check to help pay for grad school. She tried to turn it down saying she had plenty of scholarship offers but they insisted she take it anyway since it had been saved for her education. I had gotten Martin to find out what her parents were giving her and picked out a nice gold watch for her. Her eyes lit up when she saw it and she brushed away tears when she read the inscription on the back that read simply: To Terri with love, Mike.

"I have a question for you guys," I said looking from Russ to his wife and back again as dinner was winding down. "All year Terri and Martin been arguing over who was supposed to be looking after who. So which is it?"

"Mike I can't believe you couldn't figure it out on your own," said Melinda.

"It should have been pretty obvious," said Russ shaking his head. "Sara was there to look after both of them," he finished and started laughing as we all joined in, even Terri.

"I want to thank you both so much for making me feel welcomed," I said when the laughter subsided. "I'm not sure what you daughter sees in me to be honest, but I promise you both I'll take good care of her for as long as she'll have me," I continued as Terri took my hand, crossing her fingers with mine. "I realize how lucky I am to be with her everyday."

"Michael Davidson," said her mother in a scolding voice. "If you're half the man our daughter makes you out to be then we're the lucky ones."

"Well we've been talking about living together," I said with a near wince, knowing I had to bring it up.

"So Terri tells us," said Russ in a stern voice.

"Daddy stop trying to make Mike nervous," she said as I looked at her in alarm. "I already told them sweetie and they're ok with it," she finished with a kiss for me.

With Martin and Sara getting married in late summer and Terri needing to decide on a grad school, she moved in with me for good the following week. She was trying to narrow her choices down to a single school and kept asking what I thought of the different ones she was considering. I told her to pick the one she liked best and I'd find a job wherever it was. She ended up picking a school in Boston and we moved into an apartment there in late June. I would have been happy moving anywhere with her but being able to see the Sox play live at Fenway was quite the added perk. I was able to line up a job there before we moved so we were all set to begin our life together.

I was walking through the mall a few days before we were leaving for the big city when I passed a pet store and saw the perfect housewarming gift for her. In the window was a cute white and orange tabby kitten that made me think of her soon as I laid eyes on it. I hated cats, but Terri loved them so like the lovesick fool I was I bought it for her and left it with Martin and Sara until we moved. They helped us on moving day and kept the cat in their car down in the parking garage until we had everything else inside. I brought it in while she was in our bedroom putting away her clothes and put it on the couch in an open lid box. In front of it I placed a framed painting of a similar cat all tangled up in a ball of yarn and told her to come out and see her surprise. Terri saw the picture and loved it going over to pick it up for a closer look. She nearly dropped it when she saw the real kitty in the box and scooped it up hugging it to her chest and kissing it on its little pink nose. Terri named her Azrael and giggled prettily when I asked if that meant I was Gargamel. Within weeks the little hellcat managed to claw up every piece of furniture we owned. We do have a nice scratching post for sale if anyone is interested though, I swear its never been used. I'm always thinking of getting rid of it, but when I watch Terri's face light up every time we come home and Azrael is there to greet her with a meow, I tell myself she can keep the damn thing for just a few more days.

She worked a job at a library in Boston that summer and remembered her promise to take me on a date once she was working. I rushed home after work on a Friday in early August and got dressed in my best suit, knowing she'd be back any minute now. She came home wearing the Sox jersey I had given and her old worn cap. I looked at her with a stunned look on my face.

"C'mon Terri get ready were going to be late. You got the tickets right?" I said straightening my tie. She'd spent all week prepping me for the play so this time I'd be able to follow along this time.

"Oh I got the tickets," she said with a smirk. "But not for the play. I hope these will do."

"Where did you get these?" I asked in awe looking at the pair of tickets to game one of a weekend series between Yankees and Red Sox she handed me.

"I made a few calls and managed to scrounge up a pair. Sure we could have gone to the play but I knew you'd be thinking about the game the whole time. I knew I wouldn't be happy unless I took you where you wanted to be," she said paraphrasing my words from our first date. "I think that's how it goes doesn't it?" she said giving me a smile to die for.

At the game we sat so close to the Yankees dugout I knew they had to hear everything we yelled at them. I'll never forget the glare from some of them looking like they'd like nothing more than to flip us off but couldn't dare. Wakefield's knuckler was dancing that night, the bats were hot, and we ended up winning 9 to 2, though I'd like to think our taunting of the Yankee hitters played a pivotal role too. It was hard to believe I had met Terri less than a year ago as I sat next to her that night. I knew I loved her and I wasn't going wait forever, like Martin had with Sara, to let her know.

"I'm still taking you to that play Mike," she told me when we got home having spent the ride home discussing the game. "I got tickets for next week, I just couldn't resist taking you to the game."

"Thank you honey I had a great time," I said taking her into my arms and kissing her. "I love you Terri."

"I love you too Mike," she said kissing me back. "On our first date when you told me why you had to get tickets for the play I knew I was with a special man." She led me to our bedroom by the hand and afterwards as she lay in my arms I began planning how to propose.

Two weeks later I picked her up after work with little velvet-covered box in my pocket and a weekend getaway planned. She was starting classes next week so this would be our last chance to get away for a while. We stayed at a little bed and breakfast right on the coast where we could watch the waves break against the shore. I took her for a long walk on the beach Saturday night and asked her to marry me in the twilight. She said yes before even looking at the ring and we cried and kissed and made love on a deserted corner of the beach. It was a year to the day since we had met. It had taken me 365 days to make the love of life mine.

We planned the wedding for the summer of 2003 when she would be finished with grad school. Between Terri and our mothers I scarcely had a say in the planning. When she asked me my opinion on things like which invitations to use or what tablecloths I picked one or the other trying to help, but I didn't have a clue. I did make one good suggestion though. I told her we should hire a traditional Irish folk band to play at our wedding and she looked as happy as if I had asked her to marry me twice.

Some men will talk about being nervous on their wedding day or how they were having second thoughts, but not me. When the big day arrived in June of 2003 I had never been more certain I was doing the right thing in all my life. I only had to close my eyes and try to imagine being without her to know I was right. I watched her walk down the aisle on her father's arm and smiled wide as could be, gazing at her radiant beauty. We had a traditional wedding, exchanging vows in front of friends and family, at an old rustic church in her hometown. After the ceremony we walked out of the church together as husband and wife ready to live the rest of our lives together.

At the reception we were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Davidson as we entered. Hearing it said aloud for the first time like that brought a flood of emotions to me and I had a hard time keeping it together. I was touched when she told me she wanted to take my name when we wed. I knew how much she cherished her roots and was expecting her to keep her maiden name, but when I said as much she smiled and said, 'I am proud of it and it does mean a lot to me, but it doesn't compare to my love for you Mike. I can't wait to become Mrs. Davidson.' After dinner we danced our first dance to an old Irish wedding waltz. I didn't even notice the music to be honest as I held my glowing bride close whispering I love you over and over. Between sets by the live band, a DJ spun tracks from the 80s as we laughed and smiled dancing long into the night. When the celebration was over I took her to bed for the first time as my wife and made love to her tenderly. We stayed up all night holding each other and watched the sunrise from our hotel room before falling asleep.

I tried to surprise her with our honeymoon destination by not telling her where we were going until we got to the airport, but she knew me well enough that it was blatantly obvious where I'd be taking her. She at least tried to act surprised when she I told her we'd be spending three weeks in Ireland and I loved her for it. We traveled all around the country visiting the towns where her ancestors came from and what seemed like every little bar in between. I saw lots of women with red hair and freckles while we were there, but if there was one who looked half as a beautiful as my bride I didn't see her.

That Fall the Yankees and Red Sox faced off in the playoffs with a berth in the World Series on the line. We made love passionately the night Nixon homered to win a game and afterwards hoped she'd get pregnant with a son we could nickname Trot. Soon after we lost game seven on an extra innings homerun by Aaron Boone. She called her father right away crying into the phone with him as I tried to comfort her. That night I held her close as she sobbed into her pillow and for the first time in my life questioned my loyalty to the Sox if they could do this to the woman I loved.

In 2004 they met again. Down three games to none I though we could at least take solace in the fact that getting swept wouldn't hurt nearly as much. Then the strangest thing happened, the Red Sox started winning and couldn't stop. When game seven rolled around I was sure the baseball gods couldn't be cruel enough to do it to us two years in a row. We hammered them that night and were off to the World Series, we'd beaten the Yankees at last! Terri and I had planned to dip into the money we were saving for a house if that's what it took to get tickets for the deciding games back in Boston, but the Sox won in a sweep. After waiting for so long who would have thought it would be so easy in the end?

That Christmas Terri and I exchanged gifts in our bathrobes and made love under the tree. When we were done she said she had one more gift for me and ran to the bedroom. She came back with a small rectangle box wrapped with a bow. I opened it as she watched me with an endearing smile. It took me a moment to realize what I was looking at but when I did threw my arms around her and kissed her like never before. It was the plastic stick from a home pregnancy test, we were going to have a baby.

Which brings us to today. The kids are just over a month old now. We had twins, a boy and a girl, and if I had any remaining doubts about her parents accepting me they vanished the moment I saw them hold their grandchildren for the first time. We named the boy Curtis Patrick, after our playoff hero and her grandfather. We have this crazy dream that he might one day play for the Sox, but no matter what he does we'll love him forever. Our little girl we named Kayla Abigail, Kayla because we liked the name and Abigail for my grandmother. I've already taken to calling her Abby and hope she grows up to be just like her mother.

We haven't smoked any weed since last fall and maybe we never will again. It's ok though because I have a new drug in my life. Her name is Terri and I'll freely admit that I'm addicted to her.